Blank.

Empty.

Starting a sentence in my mind but no words to finish it.

Words running around my brain but none make enough sense for me to be able to pinpoint a thought.

I don't feel like my words are worth writing anymore.

I haven't written in my journal

I haven't been in a clear head space in a while

I want to voice my opinion but I don't know where to start

I have thoughts I want to express but

BLANK.

I'm blank

I don't know what to say

I shake with frustration

Twitching with anxiety about the outcome of a page

I'm inconsistent

I'm being complicit

No idea why I am drawing a

BLANK.

This is so strange



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